C. Stephenson M. Schultz J. Coz M. Peterson) I fall in the water that swells at my feet
clinging to fishes looking for guides
fighting the current rushing by me
I ponder the questions
that asking all questions
and questioning answers
that wrack me inside
might push you away
that wither and fray Packaging packages pack it away Without believing, cauldron seething
the more I have, the less I want
tumult crushes the rock of reason
the broken wings that are the hunt
seize the power that sinking feeling
weakest hour cry for meaning
beyond dimension, roll the rock
best intention, complexity
that seals the cave and hide inside
fallen, swollen
from doubt and rave about the water
rivers leap
Let's fall into the light Wishing wishful wishes we
he was but wasn't me
fearing blindness cannot see
he knew but couldn't see
feel the path that beckons me
he looked inside the earth
he saw into the night
he talked between the words
he fell into the light
tired thinking drinking drown.
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